Rebirth of Brotherly Love - Chapter 171

——Who’s voice? Why does it sound so familiar?

“We taught him a meal. He passed out. He had a high fever for two days in a coma. The cold water did not wake him up.” Another person echoed, “Yeah, it looks like a Sven man, but he didn’t expect to be like this Alas, he bit his lips and said nothing! “

The young man nodded, and said lightly, “If he refuses to say, he will solve him directly, so as to avoid night long dreams.”

He slowly walked to An Luo, squatted down, raised An Luo’s chin gently with his hand, and whispered, “Give you one last chance … the recipe?”

An An slowly opened his eyes.

As if to a pair of familiar eyes.

For a moment, An Luo thought he was dreaming. The man’s delicate eyebrows, dark and clear eyes, Qingjun Sven’s face, suddenly enlarged in front of himself like this. On that face, An Luo had seen it countless times, and was so familiar that he could even draw his silhouette with his eyes closed. At this moment, there was no expression on the man’s face, but An Luo stiffened at the moment he met his eyes.

——Su Zihang.

My elder brother Anyang used to love the most.

Why is he here? Is he also a Illuminati? Or is it the undercover police as before?

Before Anluo had a lot of questions in his mind, before he could think carefully, he saw Su Zihang suddenly get to his ear and whispered a sentence: “I’ll save you for Chen Rui. I’ll pretend to be dead later, you know?” He looked at An Luo calmly again, as if his soft voice was just an illusion of An Luo.

After a few seconds, he raised Anlo’s chin again with his fingers, and whispered, “What about the recipe?”

“I don’t know,” Anrow answered coldly.

He looked up at Su Zihang and signaled that he had understood.

Su Zihang nodded, and then stood up and rushed back to the group of people: “Forget it, don’t waste time on him.” Say, he suddenly took a gun from his pocket and aimed at An Luo’s chest. Quickly pulled the trigger.

boom–

A sharp gunshot produced an empty echo in the shabby factory, and the dazzling blood burst instantly on An Luo’s chest! An Luo’s body curled up on the ground for a few seconds and twitched, and then closed his eyes motionlessly.

The gunshots dissipated, and there was a grave-like silence in the factory.

After a long time, the man next to him seemed a little surprised by Su Zihang’s decisive shot. He stunned and asked, “Su Shao, is he dead? What about the corpse? Would you like to take it out and throw it to Houshan?”

Wu Suzihang said lightly, “Just throw it here.”

“But …”

“Let’s go back, Sanye has something to ask you.”

He said he turned and left, and several others had to follow him and walked away. One of them kicked An Luo’s legs before leaving, and saw that An Luo was dead and did not respond, so he closed the old door safely.

The lame footsteps drifted away. Soon, Anlo was left in the empty factory.

——Su Zihang used fake guns.

Although he would make a sound like a real gun, he could only hit the body with a slight numbness caused by stones. Those blood stains were obviously red paint that burst after the fake bullets burst.